We had a bunch of people over and just kept it warm on the stove serving it in coffee mugs with parmesan and a drizzle of olive oil on top. I knew the girls would destroy this soup but I was surprised that the bro’s we had over were so into it. Our friend Ashley’s boyfriend played football in the NFL and he was even into our soup. I mean I think that settles it: lentils are not just for hippies and DC food bloggers.

Anyway it was getting late. We realized running out the door that we never took a pic of the soup but since I’d made enough to last a week we figured we’d take it later….little did we know.

The fundraiser (Celebration for Education) was a blast. We danced true to form and it supported a good cause. So far we were winning.

{Casually throwing down dance moves–we don’t half-ass anything}

So how did the night end? Imagine Spiderman visited your kitchen but instead of attacking your apartment with spider webs it’s lentil soup. Literally lentil soup everywhere. Hand prints of lentil soup. By the looks of it none of the soup got eaten- it was strictly used to decorate our kitchen with brown sludge. Most girls just order a pizza. Clearly we are not most girls.